Welcome to Shards of Silver

Marianne Moore once defined 'poetry' as "Imaginary gardens with real toads in them". I found this such a striking definition of something that captures the values of poetry that I couldn't leave it alone.

I've been writing - attempting - poetry since I knew how to hold a pen(cil). Some poems I write I like, most I don't, but every now and then I feel compelled to write them down, like a flush of emotion that demands access to some sort of visible medium that can later be accessed and reconsidered. I thought, maybe, that sharing these poems could help me out a little. I welcome critiques, critical and constructive (though I do, of course reserve the right to ignore the sharper sides of people's tongues ;) ), and hope that in return for your help I can leave you with something better than sorry attempts at a craft which only a tiny few have ever really mastered.

Clear Skies~V

Friday, February 19, 2010

Vindicate Me

Vindicate me,
Give me my last words to say.
Cleanse my soul
And let my sins just wash away.

I am the Fallen One
At whom angels curses hurled,
Not mere dust awakened
When broken wings unfurled.

I am the one they lost,
Shattered by the weight
That carried me down
To this forsaken state.

Vindicate me,
Grant me peace within my soul.
Release me,
Renew me and make me whole.

I've been no saint
To beg redemption in the night,
Nor murdered son;
Sole saviour of humanity’s blight.

I am the one in exile,
Mastered by my fate
And until my pride’s forgiven,
On Hell's throne I will wait.

Vindicate me,
Who for choice would die.
Let me fall,
To live as I breathe and lie.

If heaven is so mighty,
Then send back my sword
And fight me.

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